Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 27

The sender, well aware of her reserved nature, had wisely chosen to reach out via email instead of calling, despite their eagerness for her participation.

She spent some time watching videos from past competitions.

It was no surprise that Lorpond’s dance scene was often mocked internationally.

A series of scandals involving Lorpond’s top dancers had left the country without any prominent figures in the art.

After some thought, Madisyn typed her response.

“Sure, but please keep my identity confidential.

”

The reply came almost instantly, brimming with enthusiasm.

“Absolutely! !”

After finalizing the details, Madisyn headed downstairs to grab some water.

“Miss, may I help you with something?” a maid asked, glancing up from her tidying as she noticed Madisyn.

“Just getting some water,” Madisyn replied.

The maid smiled warmly.

“The kettle’s right over here, miss.

I can pour it for you.

By the way, I’m Fiona Huff.

If you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.

”

Madisyn nodded, watching as Fiona cheerfully poured the water for her.

Fiona’s eyes lit up with excitement as she said, “Miss, how about some chocolate cake? There’s some in the fridge that’s absolutely delicious.

”

“Really?” Madisyn’s face brightened at the m

ention of cake.

“I’d love some!”

Fiona quickly cut a slice and handed it over, her cheerful energy infectious.

As Madisyn took the plate, she couldn’t help but think of the maids at the Chapman family’s estate-always so quiet, so withdrawn.

Curiosity got the better of her.

“Fiona, do you like working here?”

“Oh, definitely!” Fiona beamed.

“Your family has been so good to me.

I’ve been here since I finished my education, five years now, and I always try to give my best.

”

Madisyn nodded, a thoughtful expression settling on her face as she moved to the living room.

Once Fiona had finished her tasks and left, Madisyn found herself gazing out the large floor-to-ceiling window.

A sudden realization hit her-she hadn’t danced in what felt like forever.

On a whim, she stepped in front of the window.

Slowly, almost tentatively, she began to move, her body remembering the rhythm, as she reconnected with the dance.

Outside, the car engine fell silent as Lynda returned home after a long, exhausting day.

She was eager to unwind.

With the National Dance Competition on the horizon, soon followed by the International Dance Competition, she had been pouring all her energy into training her students, desperately hoping to replace a few promising talents.

But as she looked up, all traces of fatigue disappeared in an instant.

Behind the curtains, a graceful figure moved with a fluidity and elegance that took her breath away.

Each step and each turn perfectly captured the passion and vibrancy of the samba.

Lynda was completely mesmerized.